Assertions that
Christopher Hitchens’ death is anything other than unfortunate. For his family. He didn’t just disbelieve in God. He resented
God. He loathed God. He actually took
the idea of God personally, and picked on a nun. One of the greatest thinkers of our time. How many hungry people did he feed? How many complete strangers did he extend
himself to? How many baby bunnies did he stomp to death?
Fuck off, Christopher Hitchens. I respected your right to stop believing in God
and start believing in nothing but yourself, but your penchant for taking a
shit on the more gentile of us did not win me over. You argued that people could still be good –
were inherently good – without religion. Indeed, you believed religion was at fault for
all the bad things in the world. You denounced
religion and you were still a really shitty human being. I hope that there IS a God. I hope you met Him. I hope He tasered you right at the gate,
threw you in a burlap sack, and tossed you down a set of stairs. And then set you on fire.
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